(les poème est en anglais et la traduction serait trop moche donc voilà.)
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I spend 50% of the time in my bed
And the other 50% with you ♥
Ech. This is too cheesy. -_-
We'll all die
Wether we're old or young.
Someone might rip out your eye,
This poem feels wrong.
I may not be the greatest,
Or even the smartest.
I may not have talent,
And disappoint my parents,
But I know one thing,
We'll all die with our brain imploding.
Boo! This is shit!
FML.
YOU ARE READING
My art book
RandomIt's mostly drawings but I will sometimes post photos, poetry, and other types of art.
